if only poetry could write,those hardest parts.if just subtly, express.
if only, this was a slate, unwatched.if i could write unseen.
what would i be then?
this is hard for me. this slate is so blank.
you are my audience of none.
i was caught up in glimpsing my soul by your reactions to my posts,and so i stayed, despite its painful distractions, on facebook.